“He spent most of his time there, didn’t he?”
“Some of it, but he wasn’t — wasn’t living with me.”
“Can you prove it?”
“Of course not,” she said. “I don’t take a notary public to bed with me.”
I took the cigarette from my lips, and yawned.
“Donald, what’s come over you? You don’t think I killed him, do you?”
“Didn’t you?”
“Don’t be silly.”
“Someone did.”
“And he had it coming to him, too, if you ask me.”